Some were killed by the shockwaves, while others were merely injured.
But those explosions were only a one-time strike. The Empire's army wasn't just a mindless, surging horde with no tactics.
The troops had spread out, so the explosions only caused casualties among the units charging at the front. There were still plenty of troops behind them.
But the guerrillas didn't retreat. They used the advantageous terrain, fixed bayonets, and began fighting with Cold Weapons.
The two sides fought fiercely for control of the mountaintop. Ulysses made a snap decision and sent in more troops.
By day, the mountaintop had changed hands.
Victory was only to be expected, and it was a great victory at that: 300 enemies had been killed.
But at night, thunder suddenly rumbled all around. No, it wasn't thunder.
It was the sound of explosions.
And the old bad habits of the local forces—who hadn't undergone a complete reform, unlike Louis's Central Army—finally showed themselves.
Ulysses was impossible to wake. When his maid came in to rouse him, the furious Ulysses instead yelled at her and sent her away.
It wasn't until the next day that Ulysses learned the position had changed hands and the 500-man garrison he'd assigned had been wiped out.
Damn it, what were the enemy up to this time?
Furious, he immediately ordered the attack to continue!
The second assault was harder than the first. The guerrillas had many more grenades and machine guns, and the people using Adventurers' magic had advanced to higher ranks.
And all these guerrillas were ranked fighters.
The fighting was extremely difficult. They'd been at it all morning and still hadn't taken the position.
The position changed hands several times as the two sides traded blows.
It was a fairly evenly matched battle.
After all, the guerrillas